not home yet

5.30 a.m.

woken up

broken hearted

saw a flight of birds

on their way back home

they moved in a rhythm

a mellow pace

a melancholic song

it was my song

I longed for home

but I can't go home

I am not done with home

I have promises for home

I have dreams for home

impossible, impossible dreams

but where I stand now

what I have been through

says all of the opposite

three years there

one by one

I watched as my dreams

even the smallest of my dreams

were turned real before me

what I thought I couldn’t do

I did it

where my life had been risky

I had been saved

where I fell on my knees

I found grace

so this time round

why would I give in?

I have conquered weak before

all because of home

this too, is for home

yes I might be broken hearted now

but I am already comforted

by the thought that, one day

I'll be among the flight of birds

singing my own song

finally, finally home.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

Yes, a very emotive and passionate piece, with good use of repetition to make it very effective.

[Coyote Poetry]

I left my home and crossed the world many times. I wanted to escape. I came back 20 miles from where I was born. Home is a important place and memory.
"I am not done with home
I have promises for home
I have dreams for home"
I like the thoughts and the desire in the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[BubblingMe]

O I love it, especially the last line!

[poppydaisy]

Thank you Captain Hook :)

[BubblingMe]

Hahah your welcome :)